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Fortunes of the Fearless

In the dance of democracy's vivid sphere, A valiant voyager set sail, pure and clear, With treasure amassed from hearts far and near, She charts her course through the tempest's cheer. The vessel strong, her vision does not sway, Carrying dreams of dawn's golden array, Aiming for horizons where hope's light will stay, With fortunes of the fearless leading the way.

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Fortunes of the Fearless